Saint of the Confucian way

In the sanctuary.

"Cough... Mr. Jinglong, can you draw the light curtain closer? I can't see clearly." Zhang poyue asked brazenly.

The great Confucians nodded one after another, admiring Zhang poyue's courage as a hob meat. At this time, they asked Bansheng. They are worthy of being the people of the country of death, and they were taken astray by Fang Yun.

"No." Wang Jinglong looked at Zhang poyue without expression.

Zhang poyue smiled awkwardly.

The semi saints saw clearly, and the great Confucians had to concentrate their talents in their eyes and watch carefully.

But no matter how hard they try, in their eyes, Fang Yun and Zongsheng are only a bean in size and can't see clearly.

They can't even hear the dialogue between the two saints, because they are communicating with holy thoughts in the starry sky.

Some great Confucians who made friends communicated secretly and formed differences.

Some people think that Fang Yun's holy thoughts are pure and will win, while others think that although Fang Yun's holy thoughts are pure, the total amount is insufficient, and the final victory belongs to Zongsheng.

Others discussed the holy body and the literary world, and it was difficult to draw a conclusion, but more people believed that Zong moju won by a narrow margin, and Fang Yun would not be too miserable even if he failed.

In the distant starry sky.

Zong mojuang first said, "this is the first war. You'll do it first."

Fang Yun smiled and said, "as a late learner, I dare not start first."

"After all, the rules of the civil war are made by me. You can take the lead in the competition." Zong moju said.

"That's good. There are three aspects of my holy idea attack, which are learned from the emperor family, fishing sea Weng and Shepherd star guest. One is better than the other. After this war, I will choose the part suitable for the human race, write it into a book and give it to scholars all over the world to learn."

In fact, the sword of lips and tongue can be regarded as the spiritual cultivation method of the human race, but it is not better than the Holy One.

"Please!" Zong moju said politely.

In front of the light curtain of the temples, Wang Jinglong repeated Fang Yun's words.

Fang Yun blinked and his breath converged. At this moment, Zong moju's pupil contracted suddenly.

At this moment, Zong moju found that Fang Yun suddenly turned into an extremely small point, all things in the world were swallowed up, and his holy thoughts, sight, perception, thinking and so on disappeared at that moment.

Subsequently, the world around Fang Yun returned to normal.

A giant statue of Fang Yun's holy thought appeared, sat behind Fang Yun, lowered his head and eyebrows, as if he were meditating.

Waves of spatial ripples are centered on Fang Yun and ripple in all directions.

The stars dissipate and everything is dim.

Ancient and modern heaven and earth are silent, only Fang Yun is bright.

At the moment of seeing Fang Yun, Zong moju clenched his teeth and loosened them in an instant.

He did not expect that Fang Yun's holy thoughts were not only so pure, but also so vast.

The great Confucians in the holy courtyard looked surprised at the moment when they saw the appearance of Saint Nian Fang Yun!

They can't see the vision in Zong moju's eyes, nor can they really feel that power, but they can see that the solar system where the two saints are located and the planet changes its trajectory!

The feeling is that the sun in the starry sky is competing with Fang Yun for control of the planet!

Holy thoughts like big days are just a metaphor. Who would have thought that Fang Yun is only half holy, so let this metaphor become a reality!

This semi holy thought, unheard of, is the characteristic of sub holy thought!

"I see Kunlun."

Fang Yun said nothing, but the holy chant was singing in a low voice.

The whole solar system suddenly darkened.

Because a translucent Kunlun Mountain larger than the Kunlun mountain on Shengyuan continent appears in the sky, covering more than half of the solar system!

The mountain is on the top of the star, and the town is destroyed!

"No!" Wang Jinglong shouted at once.

But it's still late.

All the so-called great Confucians who did not establish a family, country and world were shocked, their seven orifices bled and collapsed to the ground.

No matter the great Confucians in front of the holy halls or other great Confucians who came from projection in ancient places, they all fainted due to insufficient cultivation.

The rest of the great Confucians were also full of fear, with the divine light flashing around their bodies, shrouded by the power of their families, countries and the world.

"After all, it's careless." Wang Jinglong scolded himself. With a wave of his hand, the divine light of the holy yard fell, and the white light column enveloped all the great Confucianism again.

However, in an instant, the injured Confucian woke up. Even if he was treated by the terrible forces such as the holy courtyard, he was still dizzy and looked at the light curtain blankly.

The huge Kunlun Mountains, which press ten boundaries horizontally, are under heavy pressure.

Zong moju looked cold and solemn, took a deep breath, and there was also a divine mind behind him.

The essence of his mind is only half that of Fang Yun, and the degree of refinement is far less than that of Fang Yun. There is a faint gray impurity in his holy mind.

Those impurities not only did not hinder him, but lingered around him, making his mind more strange.

It was Fang Yun's turn to show a different color, and then he showed a sudden understanding, as if he had figured out something.

The half saints in front of the holy palaces were thoughtful.

The great Confucians could not understand it. They only saw that the thought of Mo Jusheng suddenly expanded and rose rapidly, and finally reached the size of two-thirds of Fang Yun.

This time, it was the turn of the great Confucians to be surprised, because according to the records in the book, the power of both divine and holy thoughts was fixed, and there was no secret method to make the holy thoughts grow suddenly.

This monastic residence can make the holy idea soar at this time, but with this, it is enough to suppress all semi saints!

In the eyes of all the people, we can only see half of zongmoju's body, but this holy idea is completely presented in front of all the people.

"Under the whole world, is it the king's land?"

Nearly 700 feet high, the Saint nianzong moju pondered, the palm of his right hand spread upward, and endless white light spots surged up from the palm, like electric currents, forming translucent buildings one after another.

There are the temple of heaven, the altar of earth, the altar of the priest's country, the ancestral temple of the family, and the ancestral temple of Qingguo

Finally, those white light spots form a three-dimensional map of Qingguo on Zong moju's right palm.

After a moment, the Saint nianzong moju spread out his left palm.

On the left palm, white light surged and electricity and light intertwined to form a broken map of Shengyuan continent. The map does not include Jingguo, kongcheng or Qingguo. The rest of the countries are broken, but include the complete Kunlun mountain.

"Five directions and five colors belong to the country!"

In ancient times, the colorful soil from all over the country was put into the altar of state, which represented the king's land under the whole world.

Saint Nian Zong moju buckled the broken map of Shengyuan continent on his left hand to the map of Qingguo on his right hand.

Boom

The world shook, and Zong moju's right hand appeared a translucent Shengyuan planet with a diameter of 100 feet. Although it was broken everywhere, it exuded great power.

There is a boundary in the palm of the Pope.

Zong moju threw it gently, and the Shengnian planet rose into the sky like a fireworks, and stimulated dense spatial ripples to form a bright light, rotating rapidly, rising and rising!

Boom

In front of the huge Kunlun, the Shengnian planet is like a sesame, but it still emits the long tail divine light and rises stubbornly.

At the moment of seeing the Shengnian planet flying, all the miscellaneous scholars' eyes were moist.

The miscellaneous family has always failed. Zong moju never gave in!